Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-06-19
oyRRrnR BREAKFAST cOFFgN.
Ariltis Dsaaoeuo Heard at the KakAisDa
bic Roardlnr-Hoasa OF Mra cerhns
.leaeA and warranted 60 knass.

HE Roardiar-Heasa OF SIrss cerhns
Jones, and warranted 20 znsasss
Pksip IT. WaeA - Pna
Mrs. Lieutenant GiIlilower (of the ma
w. aged "a; third door. back)-Goo morn
inc. Mrs. Smith / see you are only just
down. too. When people get to be our
ages puntuality at breakfast ceases TO De
Il one Of the cardinal virtues.
Mrs. EhiDgham Smith Jagged 60; second
floor. front)-0h, don't admit that st all,
Mrs. Gulifowerl Do you mind II |
straighten your front? il is a trifle awry.
There, that is better!
Mrs. GiIlifower somewhat eoldly)E
Thanks!
Mrs. Smith-No;I am late this morning
because / slept very poorly during the
night. / shall have to speak TO Mrs.
Jones about the window shutter again
and a front Slightly emphasized) o IS
more or less noisy, you know.
Mrs. Gillihower (eomposedly)-Yes;I do
know. l told Mrs. Jones, when l came to
look over her house, that l must have a
quiet room, if / had to go up another flight
to secure it
Mrs. Smith-Naturally, at your age,
dear Mrs. GIllilower. i confess l like the
hustle and friction of the outside world
which / get from my street windows.
Mrs. Gillifower 1oftily)-Possibly, Mrs.
Smith, possibly; but you know we naval
people get nothing but hustle and change
and excitement all our lives. We lind a
positive novelty in retirement.
Mrs. Smith Ito maid, with some as
perity)-Sarah, my eggs will be boiled
solid.
Mrs. GillihOWer-I am feeling thor
oughly blue this morning. / dined last
evening quite en- famille with my friends,
the De ~LOnguevilles, and / find that they
sail for Europe in a fortnight.
Mrs. Smith (tersely)-Whst on?
Mrs. Gillifower CnDOcently)-I dor't
think the name of the steamer was men
toned. A Cunarder, though, probably.
Mrs. Smith-Humph Sarah, the salt I!
Oh, well, l suppose Mrs. De LOngueville's
mother will float the family over the sea,
as she has here ON land so long.
Mrs. GillifOwer-Reall, Mrs. Smith,
you grow poetic. Do you happen, by the
way, TO know the de LOngueville bank &C
count?
Mrs. Smith = Bank account indeed!
Why, / don't suppose Dick de Long
u~eyill's check is good for a farthing. You
can't tell me anything about that tribe.
| know them through and through.
Mrs. GillihOwer-I congratulate you.
You have at least one desirable family on
your list Of acquaintance.
Mrs. Smith-Old tamily-psbswl But
don't let rs quarrel over the De Tongue
villes-they are not worth it; it's an open
secret, as you very well know, that their
only hope now is to marry Eleanor to a
fortune.
Mrs. Gillilowera-Perha your inform
ant on that score is Jane Midas. Her
brother is fairly grOyelling at Eleanor's
feet.
Mrs. Smith Qoftily)-The Midas family
may be new, but they have too much in
stinctive good breeding to discuss Their
} private affairs with an outsider.
} Mrs. GilliflOwer-Ah!
) Mrs. Smith-Besides, Jenny is too alb
sOrbed in her own happiness to think Of
anything else.
Mrs. GilliaOwer-Ah, ha! So she has
landed her fish, has she?
Mrs. Smith-ReallY Mrs. Gillifiower
{ you speech is quite beyond me!
Mrs. Gillihower-I wonder her COLDER
, bait didn't draw better. This EnglishmaI
is only q younger son.
z Mrs. Smith-A second son, if you please
> Mrs. Gillilower-Well, that's not muct
) better.
Mrs. ~Smith-Vastly better, when the hei
D presumptiye is a bachelor with heart dis
2 ease.
Mrs. GillilOwer-Oh, she takes the risk
| does she?
Mrs. Smith-She marries as her hear
5 dictates.
9 Mrs. GillihOwer-Fudge! Her presents
$ ought to be ticketed-"with best wishe
q for a brother-in-lsw's early demise"
, Mrs. Smith-Sarah, the vinegar! By tn
> by, Mrs. GillitlOwer, you'll have to give n
r lavender ribbons on your breakfast caps.
Mrs. GillihOwer-Why, pray?
. Mrs. Smith-Oh, our new bOarder, tn
a bride, does not approve of them.
G Mrs. Gillilower with a sniff)-Indeed
g Mrs. Smith-Yes; she remarked yester
4 day, at luncheon, lit wa such q pity yOl
wore lavender so much; it is such a yer
trying color"
a Mrs. GilliflOWer-Humph! Her tOngu
is as long as her neck. She thinks, b.
n the way, that yOu write society gossip 70
: the Weekly Jenkins.
Mrs. Smith (~cOloring)-I? What pre-
sumption!
Mrs. Gilliiower-Yes; / told her it wa
J. quite impossible you could do such
thing.
n Mrs. Smith-Oh! (dryly) You wer
very kind.
;, Mrs. Gilliaower-He quite insisted
though.
It Mrs. Smith-Like Mr.. Baldhead, you
vis-a-vis, when / endeavored to cOnvinC
him what folly it was to suppose you di
: the personals for the Saturday Gossip.
Mrs. Gilliflower (angrily)-Mr. BALD
/ head is a meddlesOme old stupid